It’s supposed to be a secret but our Head Mistress Miss Sharp has been Fucked by god knows how many lads here over the years! God knows how she has got away with it but we don’t care as she’s our own Cum bucket so we are not going to say anything! Not sure but I think it all started years back when she started seeing this young lad that was here back then! Sometimes when in a class she tells us what she has got up to & such like with School Boys’ Lets just say she has a thing for Young Boys’ When I first got to find out about it all was when my mate said can you keep a secret ? Then told me that he had Fucked her loads of times’ What! You mean you’ve really Shagged her for real? Yeah she loves it & lets you do anything to her! Up the arse & everything’ Lost count the number of

Colette is nineteen now, she's always been the only child.
her fathers pride and joy, she's had him wrapped around her little finger since the day she was born.
when her father remarried he had told Colette her stepmother had a son a few years older than her, but that he was out on his own.
Colette always gets what she wants, so when her stepbrother. Fletcher, is down on his luck and moves back in with his mom, he has to share his old room with Colette.
the sexual tension on the first night is stronger than either could have ever thought possible.
Colette can no longer stand it and when she comes home drunk one night, she stumbles into the room to find Fletcher jacking off.
she can't look away, but when she finally looks up at him his eyes are on her, his confidence only turns her

This is a series of stories all with significant truth to them; names have been changed, and some details have been re-worked to make it a more appealing story, but be certain that most of the events happened, or at least I *wished* they would've happened, to me.

Since I wrote this as a series of chapters, some are longer than others, and some are more or less erotic (like this one) than others. However, each one plays into the next.

Continued from College Tales Chapter 1: Partying with Randall

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I’ve had this dream since freshman year of college; I think it became more realistic when I actually learned about sex (not ‘about’ sex as in sex-ed class, but ‘about’ sex as in actually having it) that spring. It’s based on fact, but the actual events of the party are completely f

I wrote this story - and the following chapters - last year but finally decided to post them up. These are somewhat based on real events (names changed, of course), or on real fantasies I've had or still have about friends from the past.

I'll post the chapters in the order in which I wrote them; some might be shorter than others, or more erotic than others, but read through them all and tell me what you think!

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Randall is an old friend of mine from college. Both of us are in our early 20s, only a few years out of school and still trying to find our respective ways in the world. Randall’s a pretty big guy, about 6’5”, and on more than one occasion he’s been called to help out with a backcountry arrest for the local Forest Service. As far as I know, he’s never killed a m

Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around
for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of
course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but
the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly.
Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell
he wasn’t in a very good shape. Not so much because of the blazing sun that was straight overhead,
but more because he had kept her awake for most of the time that night. Well, not directly but he
seemed to her the kind of guy who had made the Spanish maid moan and scream with passion for
half the

Because I have plenty of spare time while studying I spent a couple of days in Brazil last month.
My father though I deserved a little holiday. We were also invited to a wedding in Buenos Aires.
My dad had predicted that there was a lot of nice things to see and he proved to be right. The women
there were all beautifully dressed, the one even more gorgeous than the other. And their looks...

incredibly sexy and sensual. Their long, wavy hair, their wonderful shapes that were accented even
more by their dresses. And best of all: of the several hundred guests more than half were female!
The table was arranged in such a way that my company consisted of only one couple, the rest were
all girls. Daniela, one of them, was a real stunner. Her slim body was decorated with a pair of firm

Chloe Pederson opened the front door, and closed it quickly against the brutal summer heat. Icky and sticky, it was another one of those god awful summer days, 100 degrees, and humidity of 90 percent. How in the hell were people supposed to do anything outside? If it wasn't for air conditioning, this land would still belong to the Indians. Maybe we should just give it back to them, and she'

I was at my friend Camille's house just hanging out. When her brother decided he was gonna spy on us, he's 19and Im 15 so I really didn't pay that much attention to him. I told him that we knew that he was watching us and then he asked if we wanted to play truth or dare. So we did and it was the worst game of truth or dare I have ever play

This story is not entirely true, though in the interests of interest, I’m not going to say exactly what is and isn’t true. What I will say is that while the names are false, my description of “Charlotte” and the narrator are both true and accurate.

Charlotte sat on the side of the bed, the shirt of her PJ's hugging her slender body just tight enough to reveal the presence of her C-cup breasts

Tears scrolled down her face. How disgusting she thought she was fucking her own father but the pain was subsiding and an arousing pleasure was replacing it. She didn't care she was fucking her own father anymore in fact she liked it! She liked that she was being touched by a man, a real man.

Well this has been a phenomenal time babysitting my cute neighbor. Let me tell you about what has happened recently. Well as you all know I'm babysitting my nieghbors's daughter. My parents are very overjoyed at how nice I am to her and how much she likes me. So at the beginning of the week it was business as usual. She came over and threw off her clothes and I got to

My nefew is a young energetic boy. One night while babysitting him and his two brothers he kept touching my ass and making it look like an accident. I finally told him to sit down and watch a movie with me after putting his younger brother's to bed. He was still for a while but then he started to feel on my boobs. "You got big boobs" he said. "Can I see them?". <"You a

This is my first post. I will not say whether or not this really happened and let you decide that.

Well this has really become an interesting few weeks. I was 16 and had just started my 3rd year of high school. It all started out when my parents asked me that I would be babysitting the neighbor’s daughter after she got home from school. Her parents had gotten a new job and ju

Ashley Barselt stripped off her gym uniform, when she was naked, she joined the girls heading into the showers. Today's class had been held outside, they had been holding tryouts for the school's athletic teams, it had been a hot day, and she looked forward to showering the sweat off of her body.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh yeah." Jason moaned. "Keep it up, sis." Janessa stuck her tongue deep into Jason's asshole. "Oh, Nessa, you're the best." She kept French kissing his butt, and then pushed the handle of her brush into it. "Ooooohhhhhh," Jason moaned. She fucked his ass with the brush for a while and started fingering herself. She pushed

Alexis and I decide to take a road trip to Sedona, Arizona, and make a day trip out of it. So we set out early in the morning and drive through the desert together. We explore the town for a bit, but soon before long our attitudes shift gears and we want to pounce on each other.

“Are you ready to go? I am about ready to get back home…” she says, giving me a dee